My mind twirls, twists and does un math related equations. My mind is only focused on the nightmare that replays every night.
It's a never ending cycle, waking me up, causing me insomnia, then it continues to taunt me throughout the day. I'm going to fail my math test if my brain doesn't get it together.
It starts with me, in an old rusty children's park. In my hands I posse a red pillow, with the words 'I love you' in gold sown into it.
I was going to give it to him. I hadn't met him before. I'd only ever seen photos of his face on a computer screen. Also in a frame at my house.
My small fingers twiddle around. After each minute passes, He still hasn't arrived.
A darkish green ford falcon pulls up. I squeal excitedly. It's him I know its him. A middle aged scrappy looking man gets out. Not the guy I'm looking for.
I walk into the putrid public toilets. As sad as it is I need to use them.
I stare into the mirror. My reflection reflects back; tears build a weak wall. It then collapses. He's not coming.
My hands rub my eyes in attempt to dry them.
I look into the mirror again. The middle aged man is 20cm behind me. I freeze. I firmly clench my fists as sweat forms. My eyes widen like a doe faced with its hunter.
"you're the 14year old boy I've been waiting for, aren't you?" my chapped lips crack.
The lips of my sick minded betrayer form a devilish smirk.
"AHHHHH "I scream.
"Stella Turner I know you dislike math but do be quite about it" grumbles Miss Campbell.
"Sorry miss I just crossed paths with an unwanted memory "I exhale deeply.
